What the hell is wrong with me?
Callous and cold
That’s what I’ve been told
I’ve loved and lied
Been high and fried
And every failed connection makes me wish I’d died
I can’t love anymore
Is how I feel tonight
All this empty anguish is a bore
I note, as I hide from the light
I take a beating every time I stop to think
I take a beating every time I take a drink
A shadow
A ghost
A narrow, bleeding host
To spirits of despair
And no matter what
Or who
Or where
When the fight is done
No one was ever even there
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